Welp, I've been really busy lately, so I haven't done as much as I'd like on
any of my fics...however, I've beeen watchin Ranma lately so I'm think I'm
developing the urge to work on some more of Turn the Page...especially since
I figured out a cameo I HAVE to do in the second book.

I'm also going to start working on my new website soon...once I finalize
some design decisions.

ANYWAY, here's a little entry to the God's Toychest files that some people
might find entertaining...or disturbing.  ^_^;

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Two souls dreamed.

I have been Illian...
I have been Knight Saber...

I have been Urlik...
I have been a Demon-God...

I have been Elric...
I have been Manikins...

I have been Hawkmoon...
I have been a Warrior...

I have been Jeremias...
I have been a Pillar...

I have been Corum...
I have been an Old One...

I have been Flamadin, and von Bek, and Aubec, and Bastable, and John Daker,
and Erekose whom found peace with the Eldren...
I have been and a Fighter, and a Namekin, and a Cyborg, and a Machine, and a
Man, and a God whom found joy and three sisters...

I have been Kristas.
I have been a Champion Eternal.

***

It was a dark, dreary place the man regained his mind in.  He stood in a
clearing at the center of a ruined city, the buildings and streets made of
an odd shadowy blue stone that seemed to swallow the dim light that shone
from the pale sun.

In front of him stood two men.  One was tall and imposing, a man wearing odd
armour of yellow and black that covered his whole body, the visor of the
helmet shaped to not even allow the merest hint of the face beneath it to be
seen.  He carried a huge black battle blade, one that seemed like it would
tax the strength of a man twice his size to wield easily.

The other wore the clothes of a dandy, a fop.  At his sides he had two
swords, one straight and the other curved.  His face was open and honest,
and he looked upon the newly awakened man with clear curiosity.  At his
shoulder a small black cat unfurled its wings and mirrored its owner's
expression.

"Hello to you, sirs!" the man called out.  "I seem to be in a bit of
distress, I was hoping you could render me some aid?"

"Your distress is understandable, Champion," the armoured one said.

The man frowned.  "Do I know you gentlemen?" he inquired.  "I feel that I
should..."

"Give it time, friend," the fop said kindly.  "It will come to you."

"That may be true, but time is short," the armoured man stated.  "You do
know me, Champion, or rather you have...or will.  I am the Warrior in Jet
and Gold."

"And I," the fop added, "am Jhary-a-Conel."  He gave a florid bow.  "But I'm
afraid my brother Jonas will be your companion, Champion, not I.  I am here
at only at the Warrior's request."

"I must say, I feel you still have me at a disadvantage," the man admitted.
"You good gentlement seem to know me, when I do not even know myself!"

The Warrior nodded once.  "You will."  He stepped to one side, and the man
could see an odd spear embedded in the ground behind him, point first.

The weapon had a short haft, maybe two or three feet, and that combined with
the long, wide blade made it clear that the weapon was for close combat and
not intended to be thrown.  It was a strange color, the shaft of the spear a
brilliant emerald while the blade was of a dark blue material much like that
of the city around them.  It had a menacing aura.

"I fear that blade," the man said, yet took a step towards it.

"It is the Serpent's Spear, who's very touch is burning death to all but
yourself," the Warrior intoned.

"I do not want this weapon," the man gasped again, even as his legs brought
him closer to it.  His right hand reached for the haft.  "NO!  I CANNOT TAKE
THIS BURDEN!"

"You must, Kristas Twosouls," Jhary-a-Conel said softly.  "You always have a
weapon like it, be it an axe, a spear, a gun, but most often a sword.  It
was with the Serpent's Spear you gained the name..."

"NO!  I CANNOT!  I MUST NOT!  I DO NOT WISH THIS!!"

"...Goddess-slayer."

***

God's Toy: The Rebirth of the Goddesses
An Eternal Champion Story


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You could not PAY me to write this, but it's a neat idea, no?

--
Christopher Angel, B.Sc.(CS), B.E. (EE)
angelcj@home.com

M.Sc. student at UCalgary